【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

September 1942, 9, Station Nine and Three Quarters.

Alice stretched out her hand to rub the top of Avella's milky-blond hair, which had appeared after drinking the soothing potion. Her eyes were filled with distress: "Did it hurt last night?"

"It won't hurt." The little girl smiled faintly at her sister, calmly brushing off the painful reaction after taking the potion the night before.

"You little fool." Winston suddenly hugged Avella in front of platform nine and three-quarters.

How could it not hurt.

She made the potion herself, and she clearly knew what the consequences would be after taking it, and this was the result of her great efforts in adjusting.

Winston rushed into the platform, and Alice gently rubbed the top of Avella's soft hair, and said softly: "If you are scared, just close your eyes, be good."

The little girl nodded, picked up the small box and walked into the platform. She raised her hand and slowly touched the wall of the platform. The strange thing was that as soon as she touched the wall, her fingers penetrated through it.

Lifting his steps and walking slowly in, what he saw was a completely different scene on the other side.

It's the express train to Hogwarts, and it's a crowded station.

The family members were saying goodbye to their children and watching them board the express one after another.

Watch your child embark on a new journey.

There are pure bloods, mixed bloods and even Muggles among these people. How do children who have never been exposed to magic feel about embarking on this journey?

Adults who have never been exposed to magic have ever envied their children for having the opportunity to experience magic and having this ticket for the journey.

Elvira doesn't know this. She, like those children, holds the ticket for this journey in her hand, and they will meet on the road.

"Vivian." Not far away, the Malfoys were talking to a blond boy. The blond boy seemed to have noticed her. He nodded to her parents and walked towards her with the box in hand: "Let's go. Bar."

The little boy did not ask about the change in Elvira's hair color. It was like just now, even though the little girl had milky blonde hair that was completely different from pure white, Abraxas could still recognize her at a glance.

"Wait for my sister, okay?" Avella's gray-blue eyes were filled with yearning. She wanted to introduce her sister to her good friends.

During this journey, she may meet many, many people. She will introduce all the friends she knows to her brothers and sisters, to Brother Al, to Uncle Avery, to Uncle Alexei, Mrs. Nemesis, To the maid sister, Jasmine...

"Okay." The young boy took the little girl's small box. The small box was very light, so light that it didn't seem to contain anything. Abraxas guessed that the things inside might have been cast a shrinking spell.

Just like last time in Diagon Alley.

Alice walked across the platform and walked to Elvira's side, followed by Chris.

"Abu, this is my sister Alice Grindelwald, fifth grade Slytherin, and this is Chrissy." The little girl looked carefully in the crowd, but did not find Winston, and finally She introduced the young boy to her sister, "Sister, this is Abu, Abraxas Malfoy."

"Senior Alice." The young boy said a polite greeting, "I would like to ask, did Vivian not bring an owl?"

"Vivian's owl was taken to Grindelwald's exclusive carriage, little Mr. Malfoy." Alice replied. Wendy wanted to rest in the car and was the first to go to the platform. Vivian's owl was taken to Grindelwald's exclusive carriage. Wendy was taken to the exclusive carriage.

"That's it." Abraxas nodded lightly.

Alice asked Avella if she wanted to go to the family's exclusive carriage. The little girl shook her head and said she wanted to be with her friends. Alice was not angry at all, she just pinched the little girl's face and turned around to walk to the people waiting aside. Tom.

The two of them boarded the express together.

The little red-haired girl stood behind Avella and did not move, only keeping her eyes on Avella quietly.

The little girl hesitated. Abraxas glanced at the red-haired girl and said coldly: "We are not in the same carriage."

"Abu..." The little girl looked at the young boy beside her with some disapproval. The little red-haired girl had already pushed her luggage and boarded the express alone. "That's Chrissy, my friend..."

The little girl's voice was very soft, but she could hear the anxiety. She thought that friends would accept each other, and she thought that Abu could accept Chrissy.

"Vivian, I am your friend." The young boy's voice was very soft, as light as a white feather suddenly falling into the lake of his heart. The ripples spread out and enveloped the entire feather.

He didn't know how to explain to the little girl that a mixed-blood of unknown origin shouldn't stand by her side. Vivian longed for friends, but they shouldn't be friends like this who couldn't bring benefits to Vivian.

The young boy wanted to protect the little girl in front of him.

Maybe Vivian would belong to Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or even Gryffindor, the most prejudiced Malfoy, but when it came to his childhood playmates, the young boy put aside the prejudice of the Malfoy family.

Or maybe Vivian will belong to Slytherin, but she should not be eroded by the darkness of Slytherin.